CATEGORY: Voyager J/C
RATING: PG-13
AUTHOR: LadyChakotay
SUMMARY: I received to a challenge to write a J/C all dialogue story. While I enjoy reading them, I have never attempted to write one. This is my first venture, and I know it's completely ridiculous, but it was fun. Please be gentle. I'm sensitive. J
DISCLAIMER: All hail Paramount. They live in the royal Star Trek castle. I am but a lowly peasant dodging the alligators in the moat and the trolls on the drawbridge as I try to catch a glimpse of the tattooed prince playing with his sword. I make no profit from this. If people were willing to pay money to read my stuff, it'd be sitting on a bookstore shelf not archived on the internet. Sigh. Such is life.
Dialogue in the Dark
Janeway: (sprawled on sofa) Chakotay?
Chakotay: (sprawled on floor) Hmmm?
Janeway: This isn't synthehol, is it?
Chakotay: That's a silly question, Kathryn.
Janeway: That doesn't mean you don't have to answer it.
Chakotay: (silence)
Janeway: (sigh) Well, is it synthehol or real blood wine?
Chakotay: Yes.
Janeway: Yes what?
Chakotay: Yes to your question.
Janeway: You're saying yes that it's synthehol, or yes that it's blood wine?
Chakotay: That's right.
Janeway: Well which one is it, Chakotay?
Chakotay: Which one is what?
Janeway: (throws a pillow at him) Is it synthehol or isn't it? Yes or no?
Chakotay: Yes … or no. I mean … I have no idea what you're talking about.
Janeway: Damn it, Chakotay! Will you just answer me?
Chakotay: Of course, Captain. (scratches his ear) What was the question?
Janeway: (Room goes dark) What the hell happened to the lights?
Chakotay: Looks like they went out.
Janeway: (snorts sarcastically) Well, I can see that, Commander. I mean what caused it.
Chakotay: Maybe the ship's computer overloaded trying to answer your question.
Janeway: Very funny. I don't think I want to talk to you until you can answer me.
Torres: Engineering to Janeway.
Chakotay: She doesn't want to talk to you, B'Elanna. Not unless you can answer her question. She loves questions.
Torres: Uh … okay. What's the question?
Chakotay: I don't remember.
Torres: Captain, do you want to hear why the power is out, or did you have a question for me?
Janeway: No.
Torres: No you don't want to hear about the power failure, or no you don't have a question?
Janeway: Wouldn't asking about the power failure in itself be a question?
Chakotay: (groan) Here we go…
Janeway: (Slaps him on top of the head)
Torres: This may be none of my business, Captain. But, have you two been drinking?
Janeway: THAT is the question!
Torres: (irritated) Okay, I can see I need to deal with Tuvok about the power failure. But it's going to be dark until I can fix the problem, Captain. You and Chakotay would be safest to stay right where you are. Torres out.
Chakotay: Where are we, anyway?
Janeway: We're in the Delta Quadrant, you idiot.
Chakotay: Kathryn, are you afraid of the dark?
Janeway: Why do you ask?
Chakotay: Because if you are, I'll hold you until the lights come back on.
Janeway: (sarcastically) That's very selfless of you, Chakotay. But Starfleet Captains are not afraid of the dark.
Chakotay: I'll hold you anyway if you want. It could get cold in here.
Janeway: (chuckles) I believe you're trying to seduce me.
Chakotay: You finally noticed? I've been trying to seduce you for seven years!
Janeway: Why?
Chakotay: Because that's how long we've been on the ship, Kathryn. I didn't know you before then.
Janeway: (rolls her eyes) No, I mean why have you been trying to seduce me?
Chakotay: That's another silly question.
Janeway: (wraps her arms around his neck) If you tell me, I'll let you hold me.
Chakotay: Really?
Janeway: Really.
Chakotay: Because you're very intelligent, and beautiful. Because I love the way your hair looks like fire in the right light. And…
Janeway: And what?
Chakotay: And, because I love you.
Janeway: Why didn't you tell me before?
Chakotay: Don't know. I guess it's easier in the dark. Rejection is more fun with the lights off.
Janeway: (purring seductively) You know what else is fun in the dark?
Chakotay: (shivering) Um … Telling scary stories?
Janeway: (climbs onto his lap) No. (kisses his mouth) Finding out that the person you love … loves you too. (nibbles on his ear) And making love to your Captain. (unzips her uniform top) That is always best in the dark.
Computer: Power has been restored. (Lights flicker on)
Janeway: (looks seductively at Chakotay)
Chakotay: (looks like a kid on Christmas Eve)
Janeway & Chakotay: Computer, lights out.
Chakotay: Remind me to thank Paris for that bottle of blood wine!
Fini'
